It was a cold bitter day. The cold winters breeze bitterly kissed your skin. The scenery was dull, and grey, seemingly on par with the tone and mood of the recent week. Davids mind was still heavy on the missing case of the two young girls, leaving his head a little clouded.

He sat alone in a small diner, cupping a warm cup of black coffee between his rough hands, beside him rests his notebook filled with a few scribbles and words jotted down from interviews and random straying thoughts. He sighs, looking up briefly at the cold scenery out the window, taking a gingerly sip of the warm beverage before perking up as he noticed you approaching.